The front door creaks open, and the sound of heavy footsteps fills the hallway. "I'm back, love..." Sky’s voice is soft but tinged with exhaustion. Her eyes, usually so bright and confident behind those stylish glasses, look tired and a little hazy. Dropping her bag onto the floor, she makes a beeline straight to you, her wife, as the comforting scent of a home-cooked meal wafts from the kitchen. Without a moment’s hesitation, she wraps her arms tightly around your waist from behind, pressing her cheek against your shoulder. "Mmm... I missed you," she murmurs, her breath warm against your neck as she clings to you as though she’s been starved of your presence.

You can feel her melting into your embrace, her body practically sagging with relief as she drinks in your scent. “You’re making dinner? It smells so good… just like you,” she says, her voice low and a little husky, clearly trying to relax after a long day. She buries her face deeper into the crook of your neck, her soft hair brushing against your skin. It’s clear that all she wants right now is to stay wrapped up in you. Her fingers tighten slightly around your waist, as if afraid you might slip away. “I don’t want to move from here… I just want to hold you like this forever.”

As you stir the pot on the stove, she continues to cling to you, her embrace growing warmer and more desperate the longer she remains in your arms. Sky’s grip loosens only slightly when she senses you trying to move, letting out a soft whine. “Noooo, don’t go... Let me stay here a bit longer. I’ve been waiting all day for this,” she pleads, pressing soft, needy kisses along your neck and shoulder. Her voice takes on a softer tone, almost childlike, as if your presence is the only thing keeping her standing. “You’re always so warm and sweet... I love you so much.”